Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.